GO! 

[Evidence:] 
Step it up... 
Hear me, feel the funk, yeah 

I can smoke a whole eighth in a spliff 
Some call that a problem but I call it a gift 
Hit the clutch then I start to shift 
Turn it up - light my dutch then start to drift 
Lost Angel, Westside rider 
The official, four-oh-five Friday, sound provider 
Underground hitman, hard to hire 
Unsigned death threats written in typewriters 
Poetic, I'm that type of writer 
Got that "Don't call me, I'll call you" type of fire 
Fake it 'til you make it, you're such a good liar 
Headliners used to not make the flyer 
Four-oh-one K, and I don't mean retire 
Chase loops, still war all day, I'm in denial 
Peace ain't the word to play - it's violence 
I ain't have shit good to say, so here's silence... 

[Chorus: cuts by DJ Revolution] 
[Jay-Z:] "I slow flows y'all to death" 

[Evidence:] 
Yeah, don't stress, emotions rest 
'Til they wanna see my best, as good as it gets 
Don't hold weak cards, don't hold regrets 
Players, don't change past the seventh inning stretch 
Learned from vets and they ain't pet doctors 
They the type they arrest in "Clockers" 
We sellin out these operas, and don't mean sing 
I mean opera house stage we rockin 
C-A, all day 
Reppin it, party time, excellent 
It's perfection kid, I'm not affectionate 
That's what my last girl said, too much estrogen 
(I'm in trouble) Yeah, that ain't PC 
But sometimes that ain't E-V (what can I do) I just feel that way 
Right now I'm on my J-O, issue payroll 
Speak in codes, 'til we reach another day 

[Chorus] 

[Evidence:] 
{Ay light another one man~!} 
I used to be Ice-T "Reckless" (RECKLESS) 
Wild out like I'd never see braekfast 
Nightmares, tiein dreamcatchers 
Tryin to run breathless, outta control 
I don't give orders, I make suggestions 
Then walk away! I've learned my lessons (Ev have patience) 
It's simple, they neglect it 
Win at chess, still lose at checkers 
That ain't weakness, it's a death wish 
Choke 'em out; another off the checklist 
I came too far not to be respected 
And drove too far to hear they closed the guestlist 
(You gotta be kiddin me) A new rain out the smokin bar 
Umbrellas up, these cats are dogs 
And just because it barely ever hails in L.A. 
They say I can't reign the game and hail from H.A.? 
They crazy~! 

[Chorus] 

[PMD:] 
When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O. 
Another rapper was hit, by Mr. Slow Flow 

"By Mr. Slow Flow" [scratched] 
[Ev:] That's what they call me this year